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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Seventy-seventh Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

Next Scene:

* The Blue Feather camp - 1

* Rufus' party - 9

* The Warlord's camp - 11

* The Valkyries - 2

What it will be about:

*A campfire scene (character development happens, sex secondary, if at all) - 12

* Character sex first, development second (but it should happen) - 2

* A random encounter (could be anything! Combat very likely) - 10

Additional Votes

* Spark goes back into the sex machine, and this time he has sex with himself - 2

* Meet Lysha in Valkyrie City - 2

* Check on Belthin's fate - 3

* Padmini/Wisselfleur/Imogen (adding Lesage if possible) all f/f scene - 2

* Jonna/Skaeth scene - 1

* Lesage starts using a Crown of Morpheus for sexual storage purposes - 1

* Introduce a non-sexual character - 1

* Return of the succubus imp as an active character - 2

* Let Belthin go - 1

* Romance scenes with Rufus (Adel and Urtan suggested) - 3

* Get Hanaro some proper O-Yoroi armor (no more skimpy samurai stuff) - 3

* Loshada (centaur filly) having fun in the Blue Feather camp - 1

Vote Options in Progress

* Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely)

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily)

* Rufus bottoms to Windtooth (his father, the Blue Feather alpha male)

* Incestuous foursome with Windtooth, Wauken, Rufus, and Erlend (tied to above)

* Shara gangbanged (all-female and all-male both suggested)

* Urtan/Urta incest scene

* Rael/Erlend romance, Erlend character development

Author Notes

Most folks wanted either a campfire scene with Rufus' party, or a random encounter so that the Warlord could show off how awesome she was. Since the Warlord won out, I'll go with the random encounter, even though the numbers point more toward a campfire scene.

Pathfinding Seventy-seventh Entry

Yawning widely, the Warlord stepped from her tent, having been awoken by the sounds of the outer perimeter's sentry horns. It was so hard running a war camp, with the constant interruptions to one's sleep schedule. Fortunately for the Warlord, she'd learned long ago to catch sleep when she could, and use magic to cover the difference. Also fortunately, she'd long ago had her armor specially redesigned to be comfortable to wear, even when she slept. She still took it off when she was having sex, most of the time, but last night she'd held off, despite the constant demands of her lusty draconic blood. After all, she'd heard that one of her would-be allies, a kobold chieftain of some note in the northern mountains, had captured some extremely valuable prisoners, and was expecting to capture several more before the night was out. The Warlord wanted to be properly "rested" when those prisoners arrived.

Now, what seemed to have set everyone off?

Ah, knights. Sigh.

"Depart these lands or be smitten where ye stand, vile beasts!" someone was yelling out from beyond the palisade her troops had thrown up the night before. There were some other words added, but the Warlord wasn't terribly interested. What really interested her was the sexy brogue of what she sincerely hoped would be a real hottie in armor. Just a short climb up to the top of the watchtower by the gate and...oh my. The lead knight was certainly very well-endowed, wasn't she? A redhead, too, judging from the few stray locks sticking out from around the noseguard of her helmet. Cute freckles, creamy complexion, sweet bod, nice legs...mmm, yes, there were definitely _possibilities_here.

"Hey!" the Warlord called down, leaning over the edge of the watchtower, letting her generous cleavage be put on full display - she'd had her armor quite specifically designed for such displays, so why not make the most use out of it? "Hey, you! Hush up, Dame Legs, and listen a moment!"

"Wh-what did you call me?!" the knight demanded, her pale complexion swiftly turning a very bright share of red as her face started to heat up. "You vile wyrm! You..."

Aaaand that set her off again. The Warlord sighed, leaning her chin on one hand as she looked over the rest of the knights assembled there before her gates. Mostly females, by the look of them, but with a few men scattered into their ranks. Probably just how the unit shaped up, she supposed, rather than because of any sex requirements. That did happen, as she understood that a great many military units just preferred to be of a single sex, to avoid various complications.

Heh, "sex requirements." Smirking to herself at the silent joke, almost totally ignoring the continued tirade of the hot redhead trying to chew her out below, the Warlord inspected these mounted warriors, all arrayed in their well-polished finery. Of course most of them were fairly young: the Warlord had already met most of the veteran units in battle, and had left them in disarray, their members either confined to bed to recover from their wounds, slain on the field of battle, or prisoners being slowly but very thoroughly turned to her cause. Like most knights, they were all comely, much like their large-breasted leader. This was to be expected, since any nation's mounted knights were generally held to be the public "face" of that nation's nobility at war. As a general rule, attractive knights were preferred for paradeground formations like the one arranged before her, to show off to the locals of a country just how beautiful and benevolent their nobility were. Normally, the scarred and brutal-looking veterans would only be seen by the enemy on the field of battle, or when they were seen by the common populace, it was while wearing suitably beautiful armor that they'd never wear at any other time. That most of these young knights had open-faced helmets and beautiful, even ornate armor, it was apparent that there weren't any serious veterans in the lot. No, not any more, not after all the previous battles the Warlord had fought to clear the ground.

"My lady is speaking to you!" called out another voice, the change drawing the golden-scaled dragoness' attention back to the two figures right before her gates. "You had best pay attention!"

Mmm, _very_nice! The new speaker was a trim-bodied girl with skin so dark, it looked almost like polished ebony, her eyes and teeth a startling white against that black background. Armored like her company leader, the metal following the supple curves of her tight-muscled figure, the second-in-command was obviously a stunning beauty, the equal of her commander in looks, if with a completely different "flavor" to her attractiveness. The Warlord was a noted omnivore when it came to variety among her lovers, willing and unwilling (though few were unwilling for long), and so she saw this as a very good thing indeed.

"Quit our lands now, vermin!" the silver-armored second was calling out, her voice slightly shrill with fury as she saw the Warlord's calmly smiling expression. "Begone, or we shall smite you where you stand, like any common worm!"

"Such rude language," the Walord said, waggling a finger in a 'tut-tut' motion, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. "You'd think the flower of Coutraman knighthood would be a bit more civil."

"Not to such as ye, monster," the redhead picked up, tossing her head with a contemptuous manner. "Monsters are to be driven off or, failing that, slain. We'll let ye be the one to decide which!"

So saying, she drew her shining blade, likely a great and legendary ancestral weapon, and pointed it straight at the Walord.

"Now begone!"

"I've got a much better idea," the Warlord said in her lazy tones, stepping out onto the narrow walkway along the top of the palisade around the camp, feeling the eyes of not only the knights before her, but her own troops as well, all over her as she stroked her hands down her shapely, gold-scaled body, before her deft, skilled fingers found the clasps and buckles of her breastplate. "Why don't we settle this manner in one of the old-fashioned ways so loved by you knights, hmm? A duel of champions, you against me, dear lady of arms. Of course, you'll be allowed a second," she motioned with her pointed muzzle toward the silver-armored second-in-command. "I, as a mere monster, shan't be allowed such a privilege. Only knights should be allowed courtly honors in a duel, as I'm sure you'll agree."

While speaking, without missing a single beat, the Warlord peeled off her breastplate and the padding beneath, then let it drop into the waiting hands of some of her minions below, laying her generous, gleaming-scaled cleavage completely bare, her only clothing now the armored loincloth she deigned to wear, the silks beneath the armored portions trailing around her digitigrade ankles. The two knights at the front of the vanguard gaped, open-mouthed, and the Warlord could tell the vast majority of the rest of the company before her gates were similarly struck by her naked beauty.

"What are you doing?" demanded the ebon-skinned knight, forcing herself to turn arousal into righteous fury, even as the Warlord dropped lightly to the ground in front of her gates, prompting most of the assembled knights to move their horses back several paces in startlement.

"Since when has a dragon ever worn armor while embattled by knights?" the Warlord asked the girls in armor with her sweetest toothy smile, her supernaturally firm breasts still jiggling a little from her landing. "Or used anything besides the weapons granted her by the gods and her own skill, cunning, and practice? Come now, here I am, presented before you, alone, without any of my troops to back me up. Surely you're no cowards to turn down an honest call for a battle of champions? Or battle-hungry glory seekers, eager to see death and carnage on both sides, so long as it means your own fame will spread through the slaughter of a full-scale battle? This way, the battle will be decided between you...and you...and me." And as she said each word, she pointed first to the redhead, then to the dark-skinned beauty, and finally stroked her fingers against her sternum, deliberately drawing out the caressing motion between her generous gold-scaled breasts. "Winner take all, of course."

The redheaded knight's green eyes flashed, and she leveled her shining blade at the dragoness standing before her, then raised it in a knightly salute, one mirrored by her companion.

"I accept!" she cried, and then charged forward at a full gallop!

The horse's hooves tearing up the turf, the knightly leader was focused entirely on the shapely dragon woman before her. Unknown to her, this was exactly what the Warlord was counting on. Knowing full-well how her breasts were such an obvious target, as large and round and inviting as they were, the Warlord knew exactly where the stroke of the fiery-haired knight's blade would come. She was hardly the first brave combatant to be drawn to those magnificent breasts like iron filings to a lodestone, and she would hardly be the last. All the Warlord had to do was watch the girl's eyes, make sure they were where they should be...and move!

Sword whistling as she swung, the young knight was shocked as she found herself cleaving, not draconic scales, but thin air. By the time she realized her mistake, it was far too late: the Warlord had stepped into the blind spot created by her upraised shield, and had latched onto the heater with her powerful taloned hands. With a single, mighty jerk, the young knight was flung, screaming from the saddle, rolling on the grassy sward, her helmet tumbling free, letting her crimson tresses spill out as she came to a stop on her stomach. Stepping forward, the gold-scaled dragoness kicked the sword from the girl's hand, then placed her broad foot firmly down on her back, pushing the girl firmly into the mud before she had a chance to get up.

"Mine," growled the Warlord in the girl's ear, her toothy grin spreading wide at the look of dawning, fearful realization on the young knight's face. Oh yes, she had a pretty good idea what it meant for her to be taken alive by the enemy. Naturally, the Warlord would take the utmost delight in removing any doubts she might have in the matter...

"Get back, monster!" yelled the silver-armored knight, spurring her own steed toward the Warlord at a perilous clip. "Don't you dare touch her!" The Warlord, however, saw that the other girl didn't dare get quite so close in her charge as the first girl had. After all, she didn't want to trample her friend. That would cost her.

The Warlord's slight turn was quick, smooth, deft, with no wasted motion. Humans, lacking a tail of their own, typically forgot about those body parts that didn't apply to themselves. The silver knight proved no exception, and with a shrill scream, she was easily yanked from the saddle as the Warlord's long, strong, prehensile tail wrapped around her swordarm's wrist and pulled. Rrr, but this one was a fighter! Good...that made it more fun. Pinning the struggling girl's flailing limbs with some effort, resting a knee in the small of her back while she kept the other foot on the redhead's upper back, the Warlord disarmed her freshly-caught plaything, tossing aside sword and shield with contempt.

Then came the fun part: unwrapping her presents. It was like having a birthday! The Warlord almost forgot herself in all her fun as she shredded leather straps and metal plate and chain links and soft cloth all with equal ease, giggling in almost childish delight as the smooth-skinned treasures she discovered beneath, then cooing happily as she began to squeeze and caress the struggling girls. They were smooth-shaved, like most sensible knights, males as well as females; it reduced the likelihood of anything "catching" on your armor. And just a light bit of stroking into more intimate regions...yes, that's it. How easily cries of outrage and shame could be turned to gasps of surprise, and then soft, unwilling moans of pleasure.

Binding both girls' wrists behind them with their own belts, the Warlord hauled the two lovely, naked beauties up to their knees, her hands on their shoulders, forcing them to face their troops, shamed and defeated.

"Winner take all," the Warlord laughed tauntingly, seeing the mingled fear and anger in the eyes of the assembled knights, their horses stamping nervously, feeling the uncertain emotions of their riders. Removing her hand briefly from the dark-skinned girl's shoulder, the Warlord grabbed her silk-backed, armored loincloth, and yanked it off, tossing it aside with casual disdain before her talon went back to restraining her prize. Every eye in the company before her widened in shock at the sight of the Warlord's mighty draconic scepter, proudly erect and already dripping in anticipation. "When next you see your leaders, they'll both be sporting sizable baby bumps!" she taunted the knights, seeing several already starting to back away. "If you don't want to join them, flee now, regroup, and try again some other day. Without leaders, you can't organize, and the fight will be very swift and very, very final." She licked her lips as she let her gaze linger on a few especially choice morsels among the assembled mounted warriors. "Now go, or join your former leaders as breeding stock for my inhuman horde!"

Some turned and fled in fear as fast as their steeds could take them. Others retreated in an orderly manner, honoring the conventions of war, or at least recognizing the wisdom of the Warlord's words. Already, however, the gates of the palisade were opening, and the Warlord tossed her pretty prizes over one shoulder, making it all too easy for her to molest the lovely bare bottoms of her fresh little babymakers, teasing the tip of her talon into their untouched little cunnies with eager delight as she whispered all the delightful things she'd soon be doing to them into the girls' ears, making their ears and cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment, even as their quims began to flush for very different reasons.

"Rally the troops," she called out to one of the gnoll trackers she recognized as a leader of her particular division. "Only attack when you can take prisoners. I want those fine young nobles taken alive." She grinned fiercely as she made both her own prisoners squeal loudly, the sharp talons of two fingers swiftly and smoothly violating their hymens, blood trickling down the backs of their legs. "They'll make a good morale booster for everyone."

"Yes, Warlord," the gnoll agreed immediately, and hurried off, barking out orders to a few other division chiefs.

Reaching her tent, secure in the knowledge that her soldiers would soon be enjoying several fine breeding specimens, the Warlord casually tossed her acquisitions onto the soft furs of her bed, then rubbed her hands together, grinning eagerly as she looked them over. The girls, active and healthy warrior women, born and bred to lives of activity, rolled over to face their captor, their expressions fearful, but still very defiant. Oh yes, this would be quite a lot of fun.

"You seem to think you have the right to look me in the eyes," the Warlord said with casual amusement, before her talons gripped each girl's shoulder, and easily flipped them back over onto their bellies, before her powerful hands grabbed each upturned bottom, hiking both bums, pale-skinned and dark, nice and high. "Foolish girls - a slave's face isn't to be presented to her master. Only these," and she squeezed both muscular, rounded bottoms firmly to drive home the lesson. "I'll forgive the mistake this once, since you're new to your new positions in life, but don't make the mistake again. Whenever I come home, I want both of you on your knees, your heads down, your tushies high."

Pausing as she idly rubbed her hands over the lovely globes of the trim, girlish tushies of her newest slavegirls, the Warlord glanced up at the sullen expressions on both girls' faces. There was still defiance there, the belief that perhaps they could still resist their captor, could thwart her designs.

Silly knights.

All it took was a few licks, quick, darting ones to get them through the first jerking and attempts to pull away, so normal with fresh-caught former opponents, and then long, slow ones to take the time to savor their sweet, tender flavors, each girl subtly different, as well as to liberally coat their most delicate, sensitive parts with her mildly poisonous saliva. A dragon's venom was one of the most potent aphrodisiacs known, and a direct injection into an unprepared victim, like these two, could even be fatal. Oh, but what a way to go! Not wanting to go quite so far, the Warlord limited herself to licking, her fingers working on the girl she didn't have her muzzle squeezed against.

"That's got you both warmed up to your new duties, I see," commented the Warlord as she lifted her head, grinning down at the lovely posteriors of her prisoners, before squeezing her talons into them, curling her fingers just the right way as she started to pump her hands, harder now, faster. "And such pretty voices, too, especially when you're moaning."

"G-gods curse you!" the redheaded slave declared, lingering pride and defiance on her face.

"We'll never submit to the likes of you!" the ebon-skinned girl chimed in, her face partially concealed behind her long, curled dreadlocks.

"Silly things," the Warlord laughed, her fingers moving faster, more firmly, more perfectly. "No, I'm afraid you're both going to submit very soon now. And if the gods are going to curse me, and save you, then they'd better get on it very quickly, because you're going to cum first," she said, kissing the cheek of the crimson-haired hottie. "And then you're going to cum," she added, kissing the dreadlocked girl's cheek in turn. "And they you'll both be mine. Forever."

It was true, of course: the Warlord had quite powerful magic, and some of the most powerful could be fueled by pleasure. Dragon magic was like that, and many dragons were known to keep slaves for centuries with perfect obedience and not a single attempt at rebellion. Anyone who knew anything about dragons knew this: if you ever succumbed to the pleasures a dragon offered, you'd belong to that dragon forever.

"There we go," cooed the Warlord softly in the first girl's ear. "That's it...now it's time to cum...that's a good girl, just like that...shhh, it's okay...let it all out..."

"Nnnyaaah!" wailed the crimson-tressed beauty, her whole body jerking, her anal rosebud winking as she started to convulse, before she started to squirt her juices onto the Warlord's hand and the furs beneath her.

"And now it's your turn," she murmured sweetly in the ear of the second girl, before she picked up her pace just a little bit more firmly...just like that...and...

"AAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!" screamed the girl, and where her former commander and friend had been a squirter, this girl was a gusher!

Letting the two fresh slavegirls continue to spasm and squirm on the bed, the Warlord watched their supple young bodies writhe in continued orgasmic chain reaction. Mmm, yes. The moment of her victims' orgasms was one of the most arousing for the Warlord, and she savored the moment, storing it away in crystalline perfection in her mind.

As the girls collapsed to the bed, the Warlord patted their flanks with a chuckle.

"No time for resting, slaves," she said cheerily. "You need to clean each other off. You've both made such a mess! Then, when you're both squeaky clean once more," she grinned toothily, "it will be time for both of you to get pregnant."

"Yes mistress," chimed in both girls obediently, their eyes glazed now with the haze of her domination as they turned to face each other, still on their knees...and kissed, tongues dueling, perked, hard nipples rubbing firmly against each other.

"Oh yessssss," hissed the Warlord in anticipation, stroking her rigid, ridged organ, getting it nice and slick with her own juices as she willed the girls to lay themselves down on the bed, side-by-side, turning as they lay down so that each girl was facing the opposite direction, their faces slowly pressing upward between each others' parting thighs. "Just like that."

Very soon, the Warlord would plant two more offspring into yielding little tummies. And soon another pair of warriors who had once resisted her with all their might would be hers. Forever.

Path Choices

We're approaching the winding up point, as our two armies are getting ready for the final assault. So now we're left with a few choices relating to that oncoming conflict.

1) Wait a little while on violence and action, and perhaps even on sex (though there might still be some). Instead, let's focus on Rufus' party as they camp out on their way back to the armies of the Blue Feather Alliance, and see what they're doing. Character development will be the primary focus here, with some naughty scenes tossed in, chosen from the "Vote Options in Progress" section, above.

2) The initial clashes of the Blue Feather Alliance and the Warlord's troops. There will be a flat 50/50 chance of either side winning here, as the two skirmishing sides are evenly matched (and aren't the full weight of either army by any means). Fallout from winning or losing will also be shared, with some sex likely, but mostly drama.

3) The state of each camp before the battle. There will almost certainly be sex, as the combatants-to-be prepare themselves mentally as well as physically for battle, leaving behind no regrets. Character development will also be almost mandatory in this situation.